Wu-tang Clan - Redbull Lyrics
[redman]Rza came and got me, this what I came to do, come onRing the bell so its time to eatBrick dog stash weed inta ami-seatsBomb isdide the palmDoc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawnThe font of my appartment built like the klumpsTo carry it I take the spear out the trunkI stay hungry, I aint worked for daysThats why you see the pump when the curtains raiseBlast! dont panicDo I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?Hell nah! I wont tell you sonIf I find a wack Id I sell you oneDoc and hot nick, inspectahMy lectures like hannibal lecturesWheres the ketchup?Dont speak on it, shut ya trapI see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacksAh woo, doc in my own zoneYou say you got the rapgames on, but its all wrongI ride through ya hood in a mr. softy-truckThen pull a mack out a box and smoke hoesYeah, ya little *****sGimme ya *****ing money![*shout-outs from raekwon and ghostface*][method man]Uhuh, check itIm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat onPlaying with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?Somebody pull the fire along when jonny stompIf ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots tornPros and cons, megabombs and so-onsBy arid actions try mcs to get their roll onFirst issue got issuesWhat is hiphop to hot nicklesIts like funk docters snot tissues, wordLook at my hand and get the thirdFinger out ya earhole like: ***** what you hearNow thats what I call harcore, lets act foolMr. fix-it like handyman I pack toolI been shitty, Im from the veils of the cityAnd just because my outfit match dont make me prettyBaggy dun gurees, dick need room to breatheIn a room full of crackers I might cut the cheeseAint no rules to the game, if it hit we aint plannedIn your business like epmd so what you sayinYou codesignin that bullshit yo man tryinChaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!Slugs flyin[*shout-outs from raekwon, ghostface and inspectah deck*][inspectah deck]Yo, yaCheck, the code echos from magazines to the big screenFo wheel machines like ya wits screamKids fiend from the urban to sub-urbanRoll upon me thirstin like: hey, hey, mister dream-merchantWe roll longer than dice in a casinoSilo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0Behind the tinted windows I lay lowOn some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0But now I get wild similar to ol dirtyOn third time fellon just hit with over 30No worries, style have em so thirstyFirst degree heats are quittin on meCold turkey, no mercyI bring the pain of a hundred migrainesBut a thousand shoutin my name thats why I cameBut first bring the cashburst, then the outburstMy surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curseI flex muslce outside I find a next hustleTrouble with ya here and face the tec-muscleEven the best buckle winI take it to the extemeIt gets ugly, but its what a nigga do to get creamThis life[*shout-outs from raekwon and ghostface*]
